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Feb. 6th, 2011 03:46 pmI have a full blown stonking headache, the kind that means I can't think properly, or move my head properly, or contemplate anything further than when four hours have ticked by and you can take more painkillers. It feels like the worst hangover headache ever, except with the taunt that I haven't had any booze since last Friday, unless ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emerald_embers damson gin jam counts from yesterday.
It is with irritation, therefore, that I've just realised I forgot to buy any milk when I did my weekly shopping this afternoon, and now have to head out into the wild and windy day again and somehow feel sane enough to nip to Spar. DAMMIT MILK IS THE ONE GROCERY ITEM I CANNOT COPE WITHOUT. I knew there was a reason I used to keep emergency powdered milk in the house.
... on the bright side I had a lovely lie-in this morning and have at least managed to get all my other household chores done. Hey ho.
emerald_embers damson gin jam counts from yesterday.It is with irritation, therefore, that I've just realised I forgot to buy any milk when I did my weekly shopping this afternoon, and now have to head out into the wild and windy day again and somehow feel sane enough to nip to Spar. DAMMIT MILK IS THE ONE GROCERY ITEM I CANNOT COPE WITHOUT. I knew there was a reason I used to keep emergency powdered milk in the house.
... on the bright side I had a lovely lie-in this morning and have at least managed to get all my other household chores done. Hey ho.
